Rwos: No! Not Reletha! Not the presents! Not the CHOCOLATE!
*Rwos ignites his lightsword dramatically* Deac! This is your sister...niece...um...close relative's most fiendish plan ever! We must stop her for the good of the holidays! For the good of the galaxy! And for the good of free peoples everywhere!
*Everyone in the Cantina applauds*
That's not all that's at stake here...if we don't succeed... Deac will never see the Cyborg Joint Oil I got for him!
*The immense army advances ever closer to the Cantina, undetected by the unsuspecting ordinary people going about their business in Mos Eisley*
Army Commander: At last we will reveal ourselves to the Starkiller. *looks sinisterly at nearest underling* At last we will have our revenge!
Forum A-Wing pilot of mysterious and indistinct gender. Aresener now and forever.